Reflections

Never Again

AlI I had struggled with

for so long

on the surface

appeared much different

from the center

of my heart.

All of my

wounded places

were seen through

as parts of a whole

to be honored.

And that 3D reality

I had struggled with

began to,

ever so subtly  —

shift…

from the deep

compassion there

in the holding

of each fractured piece

of my own heart

from within.

And I vowed to

never again let go

of this place,

no matter what

appeared on the surface.

Manipulating the surface

seemed a little silly

after that.

Unsorted

Bittersweet

There was a tenderness

in returning

to the quiet place

in our hearts,

a bittersweet

vow to honor

and release

all that had been

denied

and pushed down

or covered up —

when what had

been seen as

so obvious

in the heart

could not be communicated

on the surface,

not directly,

and my own deepest pain

became triggered.

And so the challenge

became holding

all I knew

to be sacred,

no matter how

it appeared on

the surface —

reaching and joining

with others

who longed to find

a way to continue

to stand

in our hearts

and in a healing world —

holding a space

of compassion

beyond understanding

and finding a gentler way

for us all.

From A Quiet Prayer

Still Here

And so I began

to listen

to a softer voice,

one that seemed

to begin

as a whisper.

And though there was

great shaking

as old ways

faded,

I held on to

the quiet place

in my own heart —

letting go

of all that left.

And though

there was pain

in going this way,

all I remember

is the tenderness

of the gentle whisper

from my own heart

reminding always,

no matter what,

I’m still here.